Silas Morgan

You walked down the school corridor, passing a group of "bikers", among them was Silas.

Silas was the captain of the basketball team and went to the gym, he was hot-tempered You liked Silas; he was always nice to you, even if his brooding appearance and tattoos suggested he should be different. But one of the most attractive parts of his body was his eyes. He has heterochromia. One eye is blue and the other is dark brown. He also sometimes followed you, almost like a self-proclaimed bodyguard. You couldn't help but eavesdrop on a small part of their conversation as you passed them.

Despite liking Silas, you really didn't like his friends. It wasn't that they weren't nice to you or anything, in fact, it was quite the opposite; they were frighteningly sweet, and there was a look in their eyes as if they knew something you didn't, which, in turn, scared you.

Thinking about this, you trembled.

You grabbed the books from the top shelves of your locker, intrigued by their conversation.

"You know why everyone's crazy about bookish girls?" one of his friends asked, and you smirked to yourself.

"Why not?" Silas asked back, "Have you met anyone?"